i have nothing to wear

she stands in her underwear
at the closet door and asks,
what about this dress,
holding up a long blue
dress with fake diamonds
sprinkled
about its night like fabric.
nah,
too something. too much. we're
not going to a broadway show.
it's a wake, a funeral.
something in burlap, or brown
sack cloth might work.
but I don't have anything like that.
she goes back into her long
endless closet. I can hear the hangers
sliding. finally
she takes out a short red dress
that rises above her knees.
low cut.
ummm.
too provocative?
maybe. but
save it for after church, okay.
and those heels too.